V.I.P. Very Important Poem
bound in ridicule
All the cunning
pieces place quantity
over quality, and no one
So, i should pull out mine eyes and
chuck'em over the fence.
(Step on'em if they roll back).
But how can blind be better
than drowning in the sea on a Sunday?
~ In any event, no worries. We happy
wit the delights of the spreading of